The real Diane

Basic Information

Birth Name: Diane
Aliases: Dia
Place of Birth: USA
Age: real/apparent = 25/24.5
Male/Female: female
Current Occupation: waitress
Past Occupation: always been a waitress

Appearance

Hair Color: Red
Length and Style: Shoulder length, layered with her bangs worn to the right
Eye Color: Blue
Skin Color: Pale
Height: 5'5
Weight: 120lbs
Nationality: Irish/American
Race: Werewolf
Body Type: average/skinny
Wolf Form (Werewolf – please read first): Reddish brown with grey points

Description (if an NPC) or name of your creator(if a PC) N/A: Leslie was a robber and a thief who broke into her home one evening. He was the type of person who spreads a disease out of his own self hatred. He wanted the world to feel the same pain as he had to feel everyday. His only goal since being Gifted was to punish everyone else who was "Normal" and not diseased as he was. He was fond of passing the virus onto others for this reason. Dia never knew his name or what has happened to him since. She would be pleased to know he was halted in his victories of disease spreading by his own death at the hands of pack members who did not agree with his recklessness.

Personal Questions

1. Describe your character's personality: Dia is a good natured person with a great sense of humor. Though She can be nasty at times when pushed.

2. Describe how your character would appear to a stranger (I.E. typical dress, way they carry themselves etc.): She dresses pretty normal. Tshirt and jeans kinda girl. Does dress with the current trends when going out. Mostly she likes to be comfortable. She's your girl next door.

3.What does your character like? : She loves being a mom, art, cartoons, reading.

4. Dislike? : people who dont follow through and bugs and tomatos


5. (For humans) Describe what abilities you see your character having if they were turned.:

6. What are your fears: Being serial killed. Not just a random murder, but a preplanned and dangerous one. Roller Coasters, she's terrified of the stomach dropping feeling. She hates it. Heights, who likes to fall? No one.

7. What are your character's strengths and weaknesses: Her strengths are her ability to get knocked down and get right back up again. she takes life by the horns and doesnt look back. When she says shes gonna do something she does, following through is important to her and she thinks its important to treat others with respect. Following through is one of the ways to show that respect.. She's very protective, to the point of being a fault at times.
Weaknesses are the dark makes her a bit on edge and prone to fear because of the whole murder fear. When she gets mad she crys so people think she's being a sissy or weak. Easily startled and tricked. Trusts people too much and gets used alot because of it, she's always been one to give someone the benefit of the doubt and get screwed over because of it.

Werewolf -

Abilities – Listed here (Include Tier Points) -
Wolf next door -2
Screech Howl - 5
Forever Etched - 5
Blood frenzy - 2
Flash of Presence -2
Sonic Detector - 2
Round up -2

Flaws – Listed here(Include Tier Points) -
Believer -5
Bloody menu - 5
Territorial - 10

Hobbies & Skills : Hobbies - Likes to watch tv and draw. Enjoys a good book. For skills, she is amazing with the public. Her daily contact with with people has sharpened her customer service skills like a fine blade. She is able to talk almost anyone into any item or anything by just using her charm and imagenation. Also because of dealing with the public in a customer service setting she marvels at talking people down from anger. If something is wrong with a meal or service she always has a way with words and attitude that leaves a customer feeling righted and listened to.

Cosmetic Traits: she has two tattoos. One on her upper right chest is a half finished irish claughda. Just the heart and the crown. On her right ankle is a shamrock that is hooked into her skin.
Quirks and Habits worthy of mention: none really, she's pretty average.

History: Dia was a single mom living with her infant child in a one bedroom apartment. The neighborhood was ok, mostly low income like herself. One night while she washed bottles an intruder broke in through her first floor bedroom windows. They were cracked and had no screens already so it was an easy gig to get into. The man startled Dia from behind and with her hands still wet and soapy she had a hard time fighting him off. All she could think about was protecting her son from this man. The basic primal instinct to protect kicked in a whole slew of super mom strengths like the ones you read about in the news papers. Only she didn't lift a car to save a child, she gave one intruder the beating of a life time. During their scuffle the man had cut her upper arm with the knife he carried. Sadistically, he leaned down to lick her wound and the blood that flowed out of it. Her blood did something to him, something she had never seen before. The man, shoving her back with a smile started to change, it was almost a blurr and she thought she was seeing things, but he was changing into a wolf. The man was now gone and sitting before her was a narrow beast. Suddenly the wolf howled loudly, so loudly that she slapped her hands over her ears in pain.It was as if the wolf was laughing at her horrified stare. Piercing through the wolfs howl very faintly, she heard her son cry out. The pain in his tiny ears should have been unbareable and once more the adrenaline rushed through her. The scuffle with the wolf was not as victorious as it had been with the man.
Broken and beaten Dia layed on her tiny kitchen floor a complete mess. The baby still could be heard crying in their room that they shared togther. It was then the wolf stepped to her side and snarled. She thought he was going to finish her off,tear out her throat and have her son as a dessert, but he didn't. Instead his fangs did pierce her flesh of her left shoulder but the bite wasnt meant to kill her. Perhaps he was just torturing her she had thought. She faded in and out of conciousness for the next hour. When she finally awoke she saw the man who had broken in once more. He was standing above her, looking down. Maybe the wolf had been a nightmare, brought on by her unconciousness. Yet she still had the marks on her shoulder that told her she was only hoping it hadn't been real. The man had the same grin on his face and he spoke to her. He told her that she would now be just as cursed as he was, that she would feel the pain and agony of the diseased. Not understanding what disease he was talking about, she began to feel sick and the darkness enveloped her again.
That was the last time she had seen that man. Hopefully she never would have to again. It took almost an entire month to understand why she wasnt dead and why she felt so ill at times. It wasnt until her first full moon of hell forsaken pain that she realized the wolf from her nightmares was real.She couldn't deny it or ignore all the evidence that proved it wasn't a nightmare any longer. The intruder had been both man and wolf, and now so was she. He hadn't brought his pet with him when he broke in, like she had been trying to tell herself, he had been the pet. Picking up the pieces was easier after the realization. She knew she'd never let anyone violate her home or her area again. Her son would always be safe as long as she was around to protect him. There were many trips to libraries and to video stores to rent items on werewolves. Most of the information she gathered was usless hype. Everything she didnt believe in before now held new meanings. Superstitions were no longer were jokes, she truly avoided the cracks in the sidewalk. Black cats? They were menace to her everyday living.

Life's doors to the unreal opened and she felt the need to move from her home in Michigan. She chose their destination randomly on a map, hoping to get far enough away from her apartment and home town to forget the man and his evil grin. This disease that he had so cruely spread to her isolated her, made her feel alone. It also gave her the power to protect her son and from now on, herself. She wouldn't be like the man who had Gifted her, while she was angry, possibily as angry as he had been at being diseased unwillingly, she had no intentions on spreading the hate towards others. It was only in Nachton that she finally felt at a safe enough distance from the everyday nightmares of her memories. But when would they return? Her nightmares still traveled with her no matter where she went. She will never be able to completely hide from them. She is plagued with restless nights but spends those awake hours in online courses working on an associates degree in crimal justice.During the evening she makes her wages as a waitress to pay their bills. Her son, is now one has no fears and Dia likes to keep it that way. He is the apple of her eye and she is his world. If he only knew what his mommy really was, one day maybe he would.

OOC Checklist

Player name : Dia
Other Characters you play: Chryseis, Panos
How you came to SA (Other board, friend, etc) TAC
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